there we were, on the roofs, the feeling of terrace-top wood beneath our toes, with our arms flung open as we bellowed the elephant love medley into the evening sky. the blue mosque glittered in the background. some days i wonder if it was all a dream – the summer where my life took a turn for the better. i was learning to trust again. the people around me truly cared for me. the world was at my feet. what was a wardrobe malfunction or two? i aspire to have all of my days and all of my summers feel like that, into eternity.

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